No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

A truck stops, its lights glare in the darkness.

The driver is young,

a little naive, a little unsure.

He prays he won’t regret this.

 

A hitchhiker picked up in winter,

twelve years old,

her lips are blue.

She’s weak, shivering,

got kicked out for protecting her brother.

 

She dies the next morning,

in a hospital called Mercy.

Who showed her Mercy?

An angel in white?

Or a truck driver at night?

 

The driver doesn’t regret it,

he just has to live with the pain,

the guilt of not doing more,

of not being stronger,

of not being kinder,

but how could he have done any more?

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